Wednesday, August 29, 2018

The reason I hate you is me. by Alfred Gremsly



I want you
But you’re beautiful
So, I’ll run you down
until you hate me
just so I can hate you back

but in truth
I love you
And I think of you everyday
And it kills me to know
that you hate me

because you’re beautiful
I never took a chance
I only assumed
because I wasn’t what you were
that you would hate me
So I gave you a reason







Alfred Gremsly was born and raised in west Tennessee. Mr. Gremsly began writing at a very early age and would often sell home made chapbooks to anyone willing to buy. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines and most recently 10 of his poems were published in ‘Mask are not enough’ a collaboration with 9 other poets and artist Marcel Herms. (Alien Buddha Press) He currently is the author of one mini book’ When Dead is Dead’ and 2 books to be released later this year. A 150 page collection of poems collaborated with the photo work of Becky Narron (Between the lines of Hope) and a poetry book aimed at Mr. Gremsly’s own struggles of living with anxiety and depression. (Therapy for the Mentally Wellas born and raised in west Tennessee. Mr. Gremsly began writing at a very early age and would often sell home made chapbooks to anyone willing to buy. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines and most recently 10 of his poems were published in ‘Mask are not enough’ a collaboration with 9 other poets and artist Marcel Herms. (Alien Buddha Press) He currently is the author of one mini book’ When Dead is Dead’ and 2 books to be released later this year. A 150 page collection of poems collaborated with the photo work of Becky Narron (Between the lines of Hope) and a poetry book aimed at Mr. Gremsly’s own struggles of living with anxiety and depression. (Therapy for the Mentally Well

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